Description
Eyes: Dark purple.
Hair Color: Ash-black.
Hair style: Ragged and wet.
Hair Length: Medium/bangs down to his eyes.
Skin color: Pale white.
Clothing: Jet black sleeveless under-armor, thin grey vest, black linen gloves, black jeans (regular style), black knee-length socks, black gear boots.
Other clothing: Black trenchcoat.
Physique: Medium muscle size, medium height, 157 lbs.
Personality
Very calm in most cases as well as logical in dialog. Occasionally loses his temper.
Equipment
Sci-Fi: Black matrix gauntlets. Nuerally-implanted gauntlets with stream-wires passing into his arms, traveling up his nerve-circulation and into his brain, allowing him to transmute his own blood into electrical energy and launch it at a distinct distance.
History
Meti was born in the Saradom province on the planet called Geos, an earthen terrain planet once acting as the 4th Earth, until the hunters of silfei-gold, the rarest mineral in the entire universe, decided to invade the planet and recrisin it as Geos, dubbed by the leader of the hunters, Scarz.
Meti's very own mother died while giving birth to him, and soon after, his own father abandoned him. Without a guardian, Meti was found orphaned by a family known as the Crystales, who decided to adopt him into their family in hopes to raise him as a son. Dia Crystale, his adopted mother, soon passed away from a heart attack when he turned 5 and was lef tin the care of Arcta Crystale, his adopted father.
At age 16, Meti joined the military with his adopted father and served in an infantry drop soldier for the Saradom Military in the planetary war between Geos and Cirus, the planet of fire.
At age 18, he was promoted directly from private first class to Captain due to his excellent combative stretegies. However, he later resigned from the military from the death of his adopted father, who was gunned down earlier that same morning. He decided to travel off-world, after being invited to a hearing on the planetery system of Artarius, where he was volunteering for an experiment for the Special Developements Program for Geos military. Recieving implants that increased his reflexes to a breath taking scale or 0.3 seconds, enhaced his senses to that the hearing, smell, and sight of a wolf, and then recieving the implant gauntlets known as the Black-Matrix Gauntlets, which allowed the user to controle the flow of electical energy around him as well as transmute the evergy within his blood into electrical whenever he needed it.
After recieving such a prize, he decided to travel abroad again, learning at universities among other planets around the galaxy. He now serves as a mercenary for any military power with the best pay.
So begins...
Alighieri cackled with the roar of a thousand dying races, a terrifying scream which echoed into the depths of the void.
The expanse of the void was endless, and he just wanted a beer, anything good and strong, and it didnt just matrialise out of nothing. So how to get out of the endless expanse of a rather beautiful endless flower meadow was actually rather nice. It was not often he got to really just wander a flower meadow, and as beautiful as it was, there had to be a door or a window or something.
Finally finding what looked like a door frame, with no visible door per sei, he tried going through it, like it was a opening in a fence, and promptly smacked into a door panel with a hard thud. The dragon saw he couldnt fit through the door but it was infact a door. Dust was on the ground among the beautiful flowers but he felt he should not disturb the dust, it was after all possible that someone had distributed family ashes there. And just being there made the dragon shift form to his human asize and get to his knees, bowing three times towards a nearby small pile of void dust before getting to his feet.
Turning back to the door frame he found the4 handle. But something made him halt. Where there others looking for the door that he had just found ?
“
Kragum!? I ahear you, n'where you in this... darkness?
”
Kragum followed the sound of Fesna's voice through the Infinate Void. Finally her figure faded from the darkness.
Fesna's heart fluttered as Kragum faded through the black. A tear came to her eye as she rushed him, leaping forward for an embrace. She was confused - just moments ago they had been enjoying a flagon. Or was it moments ago?
Kragum caught Fesna and squeezed her tight. His heart warmed to know that it was he she sought out in this strange place - though, honestly, they were just together at the bar. After a few long moments Kragum pulled away from Fesna to look her in the face the best he could in this strange lighting.
“
...It me, Kragum. Y'know another smellin' fine as I?
”
Kragum shook his head and tried to smile. She caught on to his suspicions. With everything that had happened back at Wanderer's Camp, could you blame him? The supernatural bit at the edges of their sanctuary and pushed the folk further into Wing City. Now...where were they?
smack!
"What was that?!" Fesna clung to Kragum and aimed doe eyes at the noise. It sounded almost as if...someone had...hit their head?
Fesna looked at Kragum as thescent of flowers drifted from the source of the sound. She broke away from Kragum and not one step later was suddenly surrounded in an endless meadow of flowers. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized the beauty of the place, but also the infinity of it. Then, it hit her.
Kragum must have blinked wrong. Suddenly he was in an endless flower meadow-and how did Fesna get so far away?! He would have enjoyed the scenery, if he wasn't so suspicious, and if he hand't just been drinking rum at a bar!
He waved his arms over his head to get her attention and started off towards her through the flowers.
"Fesna! Do not move!" Kragum had no idea how things worked in this strange place. He didn't like it, and he didn't want to lose her again. He charged forth and left a path of disgruntled vegetation behind him.
Kragum stopped in his tracks as Fesna's wail reached him, a chill brushing over his skin. He picked up the pace, and this time it was Kragum's turn to go in for a hug.
Fesna embraced him back and began to weep. She wasn't ready to die! She had things to do, places to see! Remorse for wasted time hit Fesna like a ton of bricks.
“
Fesna.....hey, Fesna? Fesna!
....look over there?
”
Fesna gave a final pitiful sob, wiped her nose on Kragum's shoulder, and looked to where he was pointing.
There was a door, and it was closing.
She didn't even think twice grabbing Kragum's hand and barreling for the door.
Kragum let himself be dragged through the flowers, matching her speed and excitement. When they reached the door it had just clicked shut. Breathing hard, he bent over to catch up on air, and noticed a bunch of strange dust on the ground. That, too, unsettled him.
Fesna toed the dust gently, but Kragum yanked her away. She would have laughed at his superstition under almost any other circumstance.